Lifetimes of earthly desires fall aside in journeys
of yesterday's patches of love.
Nothing ever becomes open to a heart wanting to find
love in streams of fate.
Turning around, searching the ends of tunnels, finding
no lightened knowledge, never returning to a place of
beginning love.
It has been shattered in two many pieces, scattered
throughout the temples of lasting futures, fading into
distant sunsets.
Disappearing with long faces, never
finding a true solace in lover's prayers, just being
set aside for now.
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